If somebody wants to know who you are, they don't need to creep around on Facebook; they just need to know what kind of rifle you prefer.
Weatherby Mark V Deluxe in .257 Wby.
You're getting up there in years, but you're still a rifleman through and through. You've experienced all the phases as a hunter and as a rifleman. You started with a .243, went to an aught-6 or .270, then you dabbled with the big boys like a .338 and even a .375 just to see what it could do. But in the end, you enjoy making poetry with Roy Weatherby's favorite cartridge, the .257, that's as fast as lightening. You know that if you do your part and deliver its pill in the boiler room, it spells lights out for any deer on the planet, yet it's a joy to shoot. You love the Mark V's sexy Monte Carlo stock just like you love the lines of an old Cadillac--when cars were made of steel and stocks were made of wood. You're sophisticated but not trendy. You can outshoot just about everyone you know even still, and you don't depend on technology to do it—just your rifle, a good wind read and a solid rest--or not.